A little rain must fall…
I don’t think my little friend is concerned with getting wet.
This post is part of Linda Hill’s prompt #1LinerWednesday.
Author: dweezer19
Hi,
Cheryl here. I can hardly believe how quickly the years have added up since I first began blogging, with life events that saw me migrate from the US to Paradise and back-twice! I would not give anything for the rich experiences we had in Costa Rica and I miss it every day. We will visit every chance we get; however, life is rarely a straight and wide path and for this portion of it we are back living in the states. I am fortunate to be living in a place rich with wildlife, beauty and wonderful inspiration. If you hang around I promise I will keep sharing with you and hope you find something to enjoy in what my camera and I manage to capture. My deepest desire is to find and show the common vein that connects us all. We live as one, breathe as one, were created as one. If we could just combine all our brilliant thoughts into one fine idea, what a wonderful world we would have. Love and Light. My tropicalaffair site is full and so I have moved. You can still read about our adventures here or hop over to my new place at https://dreamingreality646941880.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/first-blog-post/ I hope to see you there!
Duck Delight #SoCs #ducks #Floridalife
No, not that kind of duck delight, you carnivorous foodies.
This kind of duck delight comes only when you happen to be a bird fanatic and move into a home with a huge pond in your back yard where all kinds of water birds visit or live every day.
The delight comes mighty early, depending on when I creep onto the lanai with coffee and make a bit of noise. This incites a voyage of serious fowl from across the pond to arrive with hungry, pitiful squawks for breakfast. These guys and gals are friendly but don’t play when it comes to getting their fair share.
A few strays flitted in near the end of breakfast and tried to fight for some tidbits, but the residents would have none of it and quickly sent them waddling..
We love our new neighbors, all of the two legged varieties. 😀 I might never leave this delightful place without putting up a fight.
Happy #free48!
This post brought to you courtesy of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt.
Check out her place for other great prompts and more blog posts by talented bloggers.
Today’s prompt was to use ght.
Got Nuts?
Come and get it!
This post is brought to you by Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt for today, “nuts”. Visit her blog page for the rules and link to other great posts!
And if you need a beer and some time talk , stop by Dan’s place. The bar is serving up some new appetizers!
These are older images that called for a revisit with today’s prompt. Happy #free48 everyone!
I’m In!
Dear Lord I can’t believe it. After weeks of being too
a) stressed
b) busy
c) uninspired
d) busy
e) couldn’t get into my account!
I finally remembered the secret password to get into my own space once again. But, now what to do with such freedom? Since returning from our wonderful trip to visit all the grandchildren Life has been so hectic, yet without exploration, sans excursions and short on inspiration. Sigh..
I am hoping anticipating new adventures coming up soon that I can share with you. For now we are in flux, transition and eyeball deep in moving boxes. Stay tuned, for I miss sharing beautiful things with you all. Meanwhile, I am trying to catch up on blog posts but forgive me for being so far behind. I’m still here, still love your words and images, and am still seeking the small and mighty miracles in this insane world we call life.
Some of the more famous people buried in Wyuka Cemetery are George Starkweather and Gordon McRae.
We didn’t get to see every marker but my little buddy helped me to find many very interesting headstones. It was beautiful and nippy there in Cornhusker land. What a grand time seeing everyone.
I always feel like the silence of the cemetery welcomes life and laughter with open arms, like they are saying,
“Thanks for remembering us here.”
Stay tuned…I’ll be back when life slows down to a dull roar. Meanwhile, a word from Ghandi…
Change the World #1linerweds
Only when we change within can we begin to change the world…..
CKP 2019
If your coffee isn’t kicking in, check out Dan’s post. Maybe you need an alternative…😉
What He Knows/Poetry
The angels plucked heart’s hopeful strings
and delivered him with gentle wings-
a whisper only he could hear,
and he knew.
“You are the treasure, never doubt
the miracle this life’s about.”
His soul rejoiced within the peace
of knowing-and it
smiled.
Before they gave complete control
to those whose arms did thus enfold,
the angels kissed the velvet cheek
of one so precious, new and meek.
“What now is known, shall fade away
into the days of childish play
until, once more, the soul shall yearn
to quench the fire inside that burns.
‘Tis then dear one, you look within
beyond the aging, thickened skin.
You will recall with new delight
the treasure resting out of sight,
and yours to give away at last-
be quick!
The memory fades too fast.
What went before shall be again,
a glimpse, magnificent and then
just out of reach…
the Secret.
For you, dear one.
Cheryl KP copyright 2019
Repose
Repose:
a state of rest, sleep or tranquility..
a state of resting after exertion or strain..
a place of rest…
peace, tranquility…
lack of activity…
cessation or absence of activity, movement, or animation..
to lie at rest, to lie dead, to remain still or concealed…
to take a rest, to rest for support…
What place is this, such promise be
where soul finds peace, tranquility?
Thus waits the cool and shadowy balm
that fills the troubled heart with calm.
Where time stands still, they lay their fears
and soft, the light will dry their tears.
Sweet rest, for hope doth thus suppose
salvation found in sweet repose.
Cheryl KP
Copyright words and image 2019
